occasional ponderings from the Beadery

Month: September 2018

Emily Dickinson and I share a thing about feathers, apparently. ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers – (314) ‘Hope is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That … More The thing about feathers